Thursday, February 12
I'm part way through the busiest day I've had in months. I had lunch in the college cafe, but they didn't have any hummus or pasta today, so I had to make do with, er, a cous cous sandwich. The trip to the psychiatrist's went reasonably well. He was running 50 minutes late, but I had a book with me so I didn't mind too much. He said that my neurologist had suggested we reduce my medication dose, but I was wary of trying this due to the mood fluctuations I've been having recently. We agreed to keep it as it is for the time being, and reasses in June or July. He's going to transfer me to a different psychiatrist, one who I won't have to cross half of Leeds to see, and who also will hopefully not slyly tell me that I'm not actually ill, I just think I am, as he is wont to do. This session left me contemplating the possibility that I may not have depression, I could have just grown up a bit. Twunt.
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